Post by Matthew Carter on Sept 7, 2012 3:03:45 GMT -5
Hot tears stung in Matt's eyes, threatening to fall, but they didn't fall, not yet. Tears of anger, confusion, heartbreak, pain. How could she do this to him? Questions flew through his mind, making it hard to concentrate on the dreary city streets ahead. The dull grey concrete landscape that was New Jersey flashed by the window. Where was he going? It had been two hours of angry driving that had brought him here. Mere moments away from the home he grew up in. Where else could he go?
It was less than five minutes later that he was stood outside the welcoming door of his family home. Guitar case in one hand, bag on clothes in the other. Putting on a brave face for the folks. The door opened, there stood his mom. A smile on her face, behind her stood Jamie, fifteen year old little brother. The goofy smile his brother gave him reminded him so much of him when he was younger. When he was younger and the only upset he ever had was not being able to go out skating because it was raining too bad.
Dropping his things on the ground Matt stepped in to the house and wrapped his arms around his mom, burying his face in her soft blonde hair, taking deep breaths of her mom smell. Vanilla perfume and apple shampoo. Unable to hold it in any longer Matt let out a choked sob, letting the tears fall from his eyes.
'I've left her mom', he cried in to his mothers hair. Being a mom, she asked no questions, knowing this wasn't the time. Looking around she gave Jamie a meaningful look. Jamie squeezed past them and got Matt's things from the porch, closing the front door behind him.
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A few hours later and the Carter family are sat around the dinner table, just like old times. Mom and dad on one side, Jamie and twelve year old Kyle on the other, Matt sat at the head of the table. It was nice, being home. It felt like it had been forever since he'd sat at this table, eating mac and cheese. Listening to his brothers argue about which x-box game was better. Hearing his mom and dad discuss how work was. It felt safe, calm.
After his outburst he'd had a long talk with his mom. Telling her everything. Even about the argument. The screaming, yelling, name calling. Lindsey had just sighed and shook her head.
'You'll work it out sweetie, just give it time', she had smiled and ruffled his curly hair, just like old times.
Matt knew that at some point he'd have to go and talk to Prue. Just not yet. The wound was still too fresh, and he needed time to heal. Think things over. Yet, deep down, he knew that he'd go back. It wasn't like she was just any old girl. Prue was his wife, and his first love. It was inevitable that he'd go back to her soon.
It was less than five minutes later that he was stood outside the welcoming door of his family home. Guitar case in one hand, bag on clothes in the other. Putting on a brave face for the folks. The door opened, there stood his mom. A smile on her face, behind her stood Jamie, fifteen year old little brother. The goofy smile his brother gave him reminded him so much of him when he was younger. When he was younger and the only upset he ever had was not being able to go out skating because it was raining too bad.
Dropping his things on the ground Matt stepped in to the house and wrapped his arms around his mom, burying his face in her soft blonde hair, taking deep breaths of her mom smell. Vanilla perfume and apple shampoo. Unable to hold it in any longer Matt let out a choked sob, letting the tears fall from his eyes.
'I've left her mom', he cried in to his mothers hair. Being a mom, she asked no questions, knowing this wasn't the time. Looking around she gave Jamie a meaningful look. Jamie squeezed past them and got Matt's things from the porch, closing the front door behind him.
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A few hours later and the Carter family are sat around the dinner table, just like old times. Mom and dad on one side, Jamie and twelve year old Kyle on the other, Matt sat at the head of the table. It was nice, being home. It felt like it had been forever since he'd sat at this table, eating mac and cheese. Listening to his brothers argue about which x-box game was better. Hearing his mom and dad discuss how work was. It felt safe, calm.
After his outburst he'd had a long talk with his mom. Telling her everything. Even about the argument. The screaming, yelling, name calling. Lindsey had just sighed and shook her head.
'You'll work it out sweetie, just give it time', she had smiled and ruffled his curly hair, just like old times.
Matt knew that at some point he'd have to go and talk to Prue. Just not yet. The wound was still too fresh, and he needed time to heal. Think things over. Yet, deep down, he knew that he'd go back. It wasn't like she was just any old girl. Prue was his wife, and his first love. It was inevitable that he'd go back to her soon.
